some love Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love And for the ones in the
find us in Texas Never gon leave, cause we love Texas Everything big, up in Texas By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas [Bun B] It's Big Bun king
weather change my weed adjust to different climates Green in the summer time, orange in the spring Now it?s black with that purp, I call my whip the Sac King
your Mom, dog, you know times is rough You was out yesterday, stressing a better way Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings And the thugs on the street just love
your ass home, you and your chaperon Things done changed, but we continue to reign As the king and the queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still
Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land
concerned About idiots posing as kings What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach Many of you are educated, open your
dropping them bombs Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we
could be bitchy Do your research before you down somebody else Get off your high horse Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse Rakim, Get off your high horse Industry, Get off your
bombs Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe
me everything down to my kings So you owe it to dough Treat a trick like flow it to dough Don't be ashamed if your game Fall short for the love of this
P, P.Crakk Cocaine B, B.Mack is back Chad, Chad what's on track? I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing
Got me way Deep,I pray the lord I wake before I sleep See some say your friend be your emney, Dont trust no one but your family But All the love I show
not havin' it. Well, it's the big daddy, so all hail. Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the old gold, trash the ale, Cash your food stamps, get the wic out the mail. Love
heard that song chicken noodle soup thats what you head gon' look like in the back of your coupe like some one threw up in your rear view after you
gotta stress [ja rule] stress [fat joe] stress [both] oooo weeee [ja rule] yes i kno you love L-O-K-I [fat joe] and C-O-C-A-B-A-B-Y [ja rule
the joke it's your loss" Love and laughter you see are the new currency 'cause greed's coinage is not worth a toss Preachers who teach us that god loves
groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me Come on an gimme that groupie love Groupie love I love